ALBUM; DECRESCENDO:
picture this:
the sunlight is in your eyes
as he sits besides your right
you look at his smile and
the realization hits you;
you are slowly, slowly, slowly
and almost painfully
falling to your death—
no, you fall
slow to
love.
YOU ARE READING
RIGOR MORTIS
PoetryTHE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]
